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2015-11-11

Heartbreaking: Here’s What A U.S Soldier Said When Asked To Justify The War On Terror

Vatic Note: This is a compelling testimony from a victim of the society and civilization we have become. I call him/her victim because they were not "raised" that way as children. They became callous, detached, non empathic, lack compassion, because as adults we socially have been engineered to think that way. We have been socially engineered through desensitizing us to the in humanity we are surrounded with day by day.

We don't see other cultures as we see ourselves, rather we are indoctrinated to see them only as "the enemy" and not humans like ourselves. propaganda, disinformation, indoctrination, false flags blamed on the so called chosen "enemy of the day", and then taught and ordered to perform horrific acts of inhumanity against the members of that society. Its a satanic way of dealing with wounded souls who are contantly being assaulted. The Palestinians come to mind.

Its the infiltrated Khazars, into our government, industries, professions, that has brought these tools and techniques to our shores to change the perceptions of the American taxpaying citizen. Torture, genocide, decapitation etc, are all crimes against humanity that we, as Americans, would never have accepted in the past and today we don't bat an eyelid. These khazar psychologists have succeeded in fostering a breed of human animal that we had never seen before in the ancient and early past. We should be ashamed of ourselves for ever, ever letting that happen.

When a Reddit user posted an open question to U.S soldiers asking them
how they justify their actions against innocent civilians abroad, he
probably didn’t expect this candid response…

‘You kill. Watch
friends die. It’s usually quick, almost never quiet, but for the rest of
your life, when you remember sitting at the bar with them, they’re
blown open. You picture the nights you spent downtown at Scruffy
Murphy’s, but instead of the stupid hookah shell necklace, your boy’s
jaw is blown off, and his left eye is ruined, and he’s screaming.

You
fight, you kill, you watch friends die, and you notice a distinct lack
of change. You kick in doors and tell terrified women to sit on the
floor while you and your friends ransack their home, tearing the place
apart, because they might be hiding weapons.

There is no reason
to believe this house in particular is enemy, same for the next one, and
the one after that, or the seven before; they just happened to be
there, and maybe they had weapons. Probably not, they almost never did.’

The moving testimony is just a snippet from the
refreshingly honest reply given by U.S soldier Daniel Crimmins when
asked how military servicemen can be so “blasé” about drone strikes and
other civilian deaths due to the ‘War On Terror’.

‘9/11.
The day Americans feel so strongly about that they say “Never forget”. A
tragedy for sure. But you’ve retaliated and killed over 50 fold as many
innocent civilians abroad as retribution for this event. How do you as a
people walk around head held high, knowing that every few months you
are committing a 9/11 event to other people?

Imagine if the 9/11
terror attacks were happening in America every few months. Again and
again, innocent people dying all around you. And yet you just go around
the rest of the world doing it on a weekly basis to other people and
don’t think twice about it.

It brings me to tears knowing how absolutely blasé you guys are about it.’

Crimmins,
from U.S. Army 3rd Infantry Division, left a surprising reply to the
post. He explained to the Redditor that like many others, he had been
brainwashed into believing the ‘good vs evil narrative’, even comparing
it to the legacy that Star Wars left him with as a child.

Crimmins
is clearly full of regret over his decision to sign up, resentment
towards the government, grief at having lost his friends, anger at the
mainstream media, and compassion for those innocent people he was sent
to kill.

Crimmins’s response is heartbreaking and powerful,
showing us that there are NO winners in War: everyone is a pawn,
everyone is a victim, and the only ones who stand to gain from this
destruction are the rich old white men who send these young, naive
patriots into battle against their fellow human beings.

Here is his moving reply in full:

‘Many
of us are unable. Many of us watched 9/11, and accepted the government
and media’s definition of the attack as a act of war rather than a
criminal action.

A smaller portion, drifting along passively
thought a major war was coming, that people we knew were going to fight
and die. Some of us maybe worried about our younger brother being
drafted, despite being in college.

Now, it seems stupid, but in
the 72 hours after 9/11, some Americans, maybe suffering from
depression, certainly with a mind shaped by comic books and action
movies, ate up the “us vs. them” good vs. evil rhetoric spouted by the
cowboy in chief.

After all, he was the president, and no matter
how bright you might think yourself, you can still be swayed by passion
and emotion, led to terrible decisions.

Some of us, therefore,
left our dorm rooms, and walked down Main Street to the recruiter’s
office. Some of us were genuinely surprised the office wasn’t full to
bursting of young men eager to avenge their fallen countrymen.

Some
of us were genuinely surprised when we had to push the recruiter to
stop trying to sell desk jobs and just let us join the damn Infantry.

Some of us got enlisted, then, and went down to Georgia, head high to mask the anxiety and fear they might have helped.

Perhaps
some number of Americans in this situation discovered that maybe it
hadn’t been the best idea, but would be goddamned if they were going to
admit it, and let everyone back home smugly remark on how right they
were. So they persevere.

They learn to work as a unit, to look
past personality issues, to see each other as Soldiers rather than as a
race, or economic status, or any of the other things people hate about
each other. They learn to kill.

Then some of these people,
perhaps while sitting hungover in the platoon area in the Republic of
Korea hear that we have invaded Iraq.

They have “Big Scary
Bombs”, and Saddam Hussein, the secular Arab dictator had somehow
colluded with the devoutly religious OBL to attack the US. They hated
our freedom, you see.

Then some of these young American men might
transfer back to Georgia and be assigned to the 3rd Infantry Division,
and end up in Iraq in January of 2005.

And maybe these kids,
still drunk on Fox News and fantasies of glory and renown being enough
to win their ex-girlfriends back, are excited to go to Iraq.

Sure,
we hadn’t found any WMDs yet, and we had Hussein in custody, but they
were still somehow a threat and had to be dragged kicking and screaming
into Jeffersonian democracy. Inside every dirka is a good American,
yearning to be free.

So you fight. You kill. Watch friends die.
Its usually quick, almost never quiet, but for the rest of your life,
when you remember sitting at the bar with them, they’re blown open.

You
picture the nights you spent downtown at Scruffy Murphy’s, but instead
of the stupid hookah shell necklace, your boy’s jaw is blown off, and
his left eye is ruined, and he’s screaming.

You fight, you kill,
you watch friends die, and you notice a distinct lack of change. You
kick in doors and tell terrified women to sit on the floor while you and
your friends ransack their home, tearing the place apart, because they
might be hiding weapons.

There is no reason to believe this house
in particular is enemy, same for the next one, and the one after that,
or the seven before; they just happened to be there, and maybe they had
weapons.

Probably not, they almost never did. There were a few
times when we had deliberate raids based on solid intel and we’d turn up
some stuff, but generally we were just tossing houses because we could.

Then
maybe your FISTer forgets to carry the remainder, and drops a mess of
mortars on the village your supposed to protect. Maybe the big Iraqi
running at you screaming was just mentally ill.

Of course, you
won’t know this until after you’ve but seven rounds through his ribcage,
and his wailing, ancient mother is cradling his body, spitting at you.

Maybe
when you get back to the FOB, the Platoon Sergeant tells you you did
the right thing; next time, it might be a suicide bomber.

They
tell you it was an honest mistake, it wasn’t your fault. They tell you
to go get some chow, take a shower if the water works, and sleep it off.
You did good work that day, apparently.

During chow, the TV is
on AFN, and they are rebroadcasting some Fox News show, and you’re
hearing about drone strikes, and all the great things we’re doing, and
you can’t help but see that poor dumb assholes face, looking past his
mother as he bleeds to death.

He’s in pain, obviously, but he
has the most perfectly confused look on his face. He doesn’t comprehend
what’s happening. Little more hot sauce on your eggs doesn’t really
help.

Then you realize you haven’t seen anything to support the
idea that these poor fuckers are a threat to your home. You look around
and you see all he contractors making six figure salaries to fix your
shit, train Iraqis, maintain the ridiculous SUVs the KBR dicks ride
around in.

You consider the fact that every 25mm shell costs
about forty bucks, and your company has been handing those fuckers out
like shrapnel flavored parade candies. You think about all the fuel
you’re going through, all the ammo and missiles and grenades.

You
think about every time you lose a vehicle, the Army buys a new one.
Maybe you start to see a lot of people making a lot of money on huge
amounts of human suffering.

Then you go on leave, and realize
that Ayn Rand has no idea what the fuck she’s talking about. You realize
that Fox News and Limbaugh and John McCain don’t respect you or your
buddies.

They don’t give a fuck if you get a parade or a box
when you get home, you’re nothing to them but a prop. Then you get out,
and you hate the news. You hate the apathy, and you hate the murder
being carried out in your name.

You grew up wanting so bad to be
Luke Skywalker, but you realize that you were basically a Stormtrooper,
a faceless, nameless rifleman, carrying a spear for empire, and you
start to accept the startlingly obvious truth that these are people like
you.

Maybe your heart breaks a little every time some asshole brags about a “successful” drone strike.

Your
statement is correct enough; if all of America was one dude, that dude
would not give a shit about the little brown people we’re burning and
crushing and choking to death.

We aren’t all like that, but it
makes me incredibly, profoundly sad to see what my country actually is.
Some of us care, and I think there are more every day.’

Crimmins’s reply was originally reported by AnonHQ and Upriser, based on a Reddit thread posted last year - via True Activist.The article is reproduced in accordance with Section 107 of title 17 of the Copyright Law of the United States relating to fair-use and is for the purposes of criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research.

1 comment:

Anonymous
said...

You know I have little to no sympathy for anyone who refuses to Think and EMPATHIZE... how complicated is it to put yourself in the others skin? After Vietnam after Central America we still don't get it? It's enough to pull a Pontius Pilate wash your hands and be done with it. Apologies for the cynicism